Another Grey Morning

I know it’s at least somewhat due to the weather, which turned progressively colder and greyer as the weekend progressed. That, in turn, causes Abby’s rheumatoid arthritis to flare up, and when she hurts, I hurt by proxy.

I need to make myself a hot lunch, and motivate myself to perk up. Let’s see what’s in the pantry that’s not earmarked for Thanksgiving. Hmm. Creamed eels. Corn nog. Wadded beef. Okay, maybe lunch will have to wait.